Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Zhang Xiao looked at the Jingwei soldiers kneeling in front of him, and saw them lowering their heads to greet him.

The originally tense muscles slowly relaxed. Unexpectedly,

Looking at the runes shining brightly in the air with emotion, the things obtained from defeating the Colossus in the first level were actually used here besides opening the door.

It seems quite reasonable when you think about it.

The Imperial Guards stood up again, and they turned around neatly to make way for the throne.

The weapons intersect to form an arch of swords and halberds above the head.

The light of the runes slowly converged and floated slowly in front of him, as if guiding the way.

Zhang Xiao calmed down and stepped into this unique arch step by step under the gaze of all the audience.

The road from the palace gate to the throne is extremely long. The closer the distance is, the clearer the throne becomes.

The throne is tall and heavy, as if a mountain peak has been cleverly reduced and given the shape of a seat, dotted with various gems.

The backrest is engraved with a statue of a man riding a "water horse" galloping in the sea. There is a huge ruby ​​on the front of the trident held high.

Zhang Xiao came to the throne, turned around, and looked at the imperial guards wearing exquisite armor in front of him.

There is only an unreal and unreal feeling in my heart.

Slowly sitting down, when I touched the cold golden throne, my first thought was that this seat was hard and uncomfortable.

Then a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind:

"It hurts, it hurts too much, Alsace!"

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, the runes that had been following him suddenly glowed, and an illusory figure appeared in front of him.

"thorn"

The lightning-struck wooden wand was immediately held in Zhang Xiao's hand, and it was covered in golden light but not emitted. What do you mean?

Want to be reborn?

Zhang Xiao looked at the figure in front of him seriously, but found that the illusory shadow did not move at all. Instead, he spoke.

An obscure and low voice similar to that of a stone statue sounded. It was obviously in a language he couldn't understand, but Zhang Xiao somehow understood its meaning.

"A true warrior should be like a king and will be respected and treated with courtesy."

Later, he opened his mouth and said something again, but Zhang Xiao heard nothing, as if he had been silenced.

It's the previous sentence.

Zhang Xiao put his elbows on the armrests and rubbed his chin. The king of the sea city is quite generous. As long as you defeat the Colossus, you will be allowed to sit on the throne.

Although it sounds like I just want you to sit down for a while.

By the way, he came back to his senses and looked at the soldiers below and the throne under his butt, feeling slightly disappointed.

I thought there would be some strange phenomena when I sat on it, but it was over now?

Zhang Xiao coughed twice and wanted to say a few words for the occasion. Now that he has finally sat on the throne, why don't you give some remarks?

Suddenly there was a huge force on the chair, and Zhang Xiao felt as if there was a rocket launcher installed under his butt, flying upward quickly.

He crashed directly towards the top of the hall. The small area above the throne did not have a roof, but a patio with only a thin water curtain covering it.

Zhang Xiao broke through the patio under the force of his butt and rushed towards the sea level at an extremely fast speed.

Amid the cheers and applause of the audience, a column of water rose into the sky. Zhang Xiao remained seated, and Ludo Bagman's voice came to his ears:

"Let us congratulate the first warrior to complete the race, the warrior from the East——————Zhang!"

The audience stood up, and the applause and cheers became more intense.

The push became much gentler now, like a breeze, just in time to send him to the platform.

The emergency treatment team waiting on the side gathered around him and draped a warm and comfortable thick blanket around him.

Before Zhang Xiao, who looked confused, could react, a group of people carrying heavy cameras rushed in front of him, shouting over and over again:

"Zhang, can you tell me how you feel about winning first place again?"

"You showed your strength far beyond others in the competition. How did you obtain such strength?"

"Did you get such a huge lead because someone told you what the game was going to be in advance?"

"According to the letters we received, someone said with confidence that you relied on a certain method to gain strength. What was this method?"

"Many people suspect that you have used illegal potions or ancient forbidden magic to improve your strength. Can you accept inspection by others?"

The questions are becoming more and more acute, and they even have a flavor that Zhang Xiao is very familiar with.

He was about to speak when he saw Professor Snape standing outside the crowd, wearing the armband of the emergency team on his arm.

The young Head of Slytherin looked at him as well.

Then under Zhang Xiao's somewhat surprised gaze, Snape nodded slightly, and then stretched out his hand to applaud himself. Even though his expression was still stern, his clapping action seemed perfunctory.

But the dean still congratulated him in his own way.

A smile appeared on Zhang Xiao's face. When the reporters saw his smile, they thought he was going to say something, so they became more and more excited and squeezed forward as hard as they could.

He almost put the quill and lens into his mouth.

The smile disappeared. He frowned and looked at the reporters who were bent on making big news, and snapped his fingers.

An invisible force field suddenly erupted around his body, and the people around him screamed and were pushed away.

Well, it's much cleaner.

After looking around, no wonder, they were all media from other countries, and the most important one, the Daily Prophet, asked the most normal questions.

That was the feeling of winning first place. Almost all the media in the British wizarding world were in the hands of the pure-blood alliance, even if half of them betrayed them.

But they still know their own power, but they will not try to do anything easily.

Zhang Xiao didn't want to respond at first, but when he thought about the task his grandfather had given him, he still said patiently:

"I think you should provide evidence when questioning, rather than me proving myself. By the way, regarding these questions of yours, I think you can ask Professor Dumbledore.

After all, in terms of strength alone, this is a level that you cannot understand or touch. Perhaps what Professor Dumbledore said can help you understand a little bit? "

After so many years abroad, he has long been familiar with the situation here. If he really followed China's traditional watertight response, they would think it was weakness.

You have to tell them directly: "You are not qualified to speak in front of me. You are talking to me from a position of strength."

You have to interrupt directly when you hear uncomfortable remarks and tell him that I am very unhappy about what you said and don't want to hear it.

Only in this way can these people understand what strength is, and if you don't get up, others will not dare to get up.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Xiao looked at the reporter from the Daily Prophet and said in a gentle tone: